I didn't really know which day it was today for most of the time. I was highly confused for the most part. Jessie has left for England, and I imagine that she is still flying right about now. I hope that she'll e-mail me when she gets to London and finally settles in.
My dad has just returned home minutes ago from taking a mini personal vacation to Maine. He's been mad at everyone in the family since a little incident a week and a half ago, which was totally his fault, and for which he was totally out of line. He got me quite upset, actually, enough to make me bawl for hours on end. He didn't even want to spend the 4th of July with us. Well, I don't care, because I went to that concert. I wonder if he's going to speak to me. My dad is just so strange sometimes, and he has changed in the past few years. I think that he's not used to the fact that I am getting older and don't want to spend as much time with my family. I don't think that he knows how to react to it, really. He gets frustrated too easily, and yells at me a lot. I think he's messed up in the head too because I'm going to college in September, and he won't be able to control me as much.
I know how he feels sometimes, and I realize that I am being a little neglectful in the attention department with him. But, he is not as warm, inviting, and cuddly as he used to be. Furthermore, he always wants me to tell him things about my life because he feels left out, but when I do, he doesn't listen or forgets in the next five minutes. Maybe I should give him a break, but he contradicts himself so much, and when I point that out to him, he just gets upset again. I don't know what to do. I love my dad with all of my heart, but a lot of the time, we just don't get along.